ReidReid’s moan was muffled by the cushion. Jasper threaded their fingers, pinning their hands on either side of Reid’s head, holding his weight on them as he ground his hips into Reid, his breath panted and his body slick with sweat. Each thrust pressed Reid’s cock against the grinder, the textured surface squelching with lube. Combined with the fact that the Compton puppy had perfected the angle and movement Reid liked against his prostate, he was fighting not to cum before Jasper did.Jasper’s cry was gritty and broken, and Reid echoed it, the spark through his balls dragged out by the stretcher that he wore, so that the orgasm prolonged, curling his toes, and he grunted through the pump of cum, feeling the warm spread of liquid against his stomach as Jasper sagged over him.His mate’s breath was panted wetly against his shoulder. “Fuck,” Jasper whispered.“Yeah,” Reid’s lips curled in a grin. “Fuck. My balls might never recover from tonight.”“This morning,” Jasper replied. His c
ReidAfter breakfast, they shared a shower, bringing each other to orgasm in the process of washing, and then kissed a lingering goodbye at the door, both wearing rings of jasper that promised that they were going to make their star-crossed mate bond work, before parting until that night.On the way out, Reid extended the booking of the room for a week. Their little love den, he thought fondly. They would have to find a better solution in the long run, but the Paragon would do for the time being. Perhaps they could buy an apartment on the border of both packs, something small and subtle where their comings and goings would pass unnoticed…He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove to Marcella’s, enjoying the weight of the ring, and propped himself in the corner of the elevator, examining the jasper in the light. “My mate,” he tried the words aloud in the small square, and almost jumped out of his skin as the bell dinged and the door opened.He let himself into Marcella’s
ReidReid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray.“Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.He wouldn’t think about the problems, he told himself. He’d just think about the night ahead.His phone beeped with a message. “Fuck,” he pulled a face as the images popped onto his screen. “Fuck I’m going to have to bleach my eyeballs.” Marcella had more than delivered. There was no way that Gregory Ren
JasperJasper had an image locked in his mind, of Reid reclining back against the cushions, the tangle of bedsheets over his thigh giving hints of cock and the stretcher around his balls, his smile seductive and his eyes smouldering.He sketched it out, perfecting the curve of the lip, the fall of shadow, the line of hair that crept down Reid’s stomach…The resulting image was an erotic fantasy on paper, sensuous and slightly lewd in a way that had Jasper’s cock remembering all the things Reid had done to it. He was on the edge of retreating to his bathroom with a handful of oil and jerking off when the light shifted within the folly, a shadow dragging along the floor as someone passed by the windows.“Shit,” Jasper hastily hid the sketch and sternly scolded his cock into submission. By the time Charlotte tapped her knuckles on the door, he had smothered his lusty thoughts and was able to answer it without any hint of what he’d been up to, and more important, where his mind had been.
JasperJasper could see that the street had once been one of the more exclusive in the area, and before that, had been the pack headquarters. The line of trees that would have framed the driveway, still stood to either side of the road, leading them towards the building at the end.Behind the trees, symmetrical, flat-fronted houses had been built, often wall-to-wall with their neighbor. Elegantly carved stairs led up to the front doors from the pavement, and down to the basement level where servants once would have dwelled, but which had been converted into accommodation.The houses showed the staining of modern life, the once bright stone smudged with grime and moss where guttering had fallen away or leaked. Paint flaked from window frames and doors, and the elaborate wrought iron fences collected litter in their bars. Many windows were boarded up, or postered over with everything from bands to sales.Spray paint ranged from someone’s bored, pointless destruction to the more artistic
ReidReid should never have had sex with Marcella, he admitted to himself, or he should have stopped it long before. He’d thought it was simple, just two people getting off together, but it had complicated the friendship.He’d been young and stupid when it had started, and it had continued almost like a habit. They’d both been schoolboys stealing drinks and getting stoned together in the back of their cars. A night of alcohol and drugs and two horny young alphas talking about sex in the back seat of Marcel’s car had led to experimenting on each other, exploring their sexuality under the guise of “working out what they liked”.The experiments had become bolder and more regular as they’d expanded into watching porn and had learned new techniques together. Reid knew that most best friends didn’t jerk each other off regularly to porn, but the sex between them was safe, a way to explore his sexuality with someone he knew would never betray him. It had given him the confidence to take other
Reid“Did you have a good night?” Vincent asked casually as they watched the werewolves at the door knock again. The men looked over their shoulders at Vincent who nodded. One stepped back and kicked the door, exploding it inwards in shards of wood and shrieking metal.The few pedestrians on the street paused, looked, and then looked away as they hurried along, eager to get away from the potential danger. A child in a passing car stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed, but the driver didn’t pause.“Yeah,” Reid didn’t want to talk about his night with Jasper. “Let’s go,” he said to avoid any more questions, starting up the stairs as the werewolves disappeared inside. There were screams and smashing. A young human woman in a filthy singlet top and panties tried to flee past them, but Vincent caught her, and threw her back inside, before closing the broken door behind them.The woman fell over a bag of rubbish in the hallway and then scrambled backward on her elbows and heels, crablike, away
ReidClothing scattered behind them as they staggered back towards the bedroom. There was a craze behind the strip, behind the demand of mouths and hands and bodies, as they found each other’s skin, that Reid recognized as the mate bond strengthening and demanding satisfaction. The air was so heavy with pheromones exuded by both of them that he could taste it on his tongue, and on Jasper’s. If there was an omega in a five-mile radius they would send the poor soul into heat, he thought with amusement.Jasper’s wolf was in his eye, and he growled low in his throat as he nudged Reid’s knees apart, all sexy, ruffled alpha, and Reid grinned, showing his sharp incisors and premolars, before tangling their legs and twisting, seeking to drag Jasper under him.Jasper was having none of that, though, slippery as a snake against Reid, he rolled on the mattress, flipping Reid who laughed and surrendered as Jasper’s kissed under his jaw, and down his neck. For a moment, Jasper mouthed the meat of